Here is my take on the prompt over at http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
Every single day
They filed in, and then out again;
Predictable as my grandmother's grandfather clock.
With their neutral toned skin,
And their earth tone suits,
And their white bread and black coffee,
They repeated the litany again and again of
But one day, she stepped in
And things were never again
She was like all the rest
In a different sort of way.
Her name was Emily,
And she wore a red headband, although her favorite color was
She changed things for me.
My black coffee began to taste like
A thousand rays of sunlight,
And my heartbeat became something new.
I never could place what it was about her
That made my insides feel so
Until the day I asked her,
"What is that headband you wear so proudly
And she looked at me with green, smiling eyes
"Don't you know dear sir? It's made of